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Chapter 31: Diverge
Warning: Mild Language, This chapter was written on Phone, please excuse any misspellings or auto corrections! Thank you and enjoy~!
"Come again?" He asked trying to hide his obvious confusion. "You heard me," the woman with long silky dark chocolate hair replied with a snarl.
"they only used me as bait to get to Izaya. He's in grave danger."
The injured doctor resigned himself and sat back in his chair quietly but not enough to hide his serious expression of concern. Celty had approached the bedridden woman and proceeded without caution.
[So are you saying that Izaya really is in trouble and these men you speak of kidnapped you and forced information about him out of you?]
Namie replied coldly with a snicker. "The monster people call the Headless Rider really is smarter than I thought it was." Celty shrugged her shoulders in a way that signified she was sighing or letting out a puff of annoyance. "Celty is no monster, ya know-"
"Shut it pervert. I'm trying to discuss business, not about your precious love affair with a creature." Her voice sinking into Shinra's body like poison daggers. Celty only got in the way of her death glare chained to the man in the wheelchair.
[I'm just going to pretend that didn't happen.] She showed her screen. [But why tell us? You couldn't have planned to arrive where you were before you passed out like that.]
"And I recall you despising Izaya so much that you wanted him dead or beaten to a bloody pulp, not care for him." Another dirty venomous look from her demonic cat eyes.
"Oh I see~" Shinra chuckled deliciously within his seat, bubbly.
"You're that type that acts like you don't care about a specific person but you actually have somewhat care over them."
"What the hell are you on about? You sure he didn't take a trip to whatever his dream land is?" Namie gave a questionable look of disgust coating her face. "I could care less about what happens to that man, but he owes me more than he knows so I'm simply helping him out again."
"Yeah, okay. Whatever Ms. Yagiri says!" The snort of a tease came rolling from his windpipe. Namie cursed and clicked her tongue over her teeth and scoffing, breaking gaze with the doctor. Celty resided by the man's side.
Izaya was in grave danger and Namie knew this. She couldn't give a damn about the supposed raven but the memory of what that man in the hoodie had said triggered her senses beyond the points she thought was possible.
Was it true? Did Kishitani know of this? Her eyes collided with the soft pale colored bed sheets that felt of comforting silk on her. "Kishitani," she spoke up, "how much do you know about Orihara?" Her eyes found the hazel orbs spilling with slight surprise in her response.
"I don't really know. We've been friends for as long as I can remember, but there are a few things here and there that get out." The brown haired man said with a dry hoarse chuckle. "He's still an asshole though."
This caused her eyes to break from his metallic silver orbs. "I see..."
"You do know what has been happening with him lately, haven't you? Since you're 'friends' and all." Her eyes narrowed slightly at the remembrance of what that voice had said to her.
"There's something going on with him and you know about it, don't you?"
Brief silence deafend the bright room and the puzzled face Shinra gave was no ordinary shock, but one that died down and transferred into a serious one. He scratched the back of his head clumsily.
"Well I guess the cat is out of the bag again."
Celty understood the situation after Shinra died down and became mute. She slithered out of the room and closed the door. A shiver of a spider's legs shuddered down her spine from the eerie cold and the room breathed with tense air.
"...What happened to him? What did you do to him?"
"I'm not the one who did it, but I'm the one to blame."
"I'm sure you know, or at least, hinted at it?" Shinra's eyes that were once dancing and beaming with happiness died and grew a serious sheen.
"They told you, or did you figure it out yourself?"
Strands of thin brown hair coated her face like a curtain and she brushed it behind her ear hesitantly. "...They hinted it many times until I've figured it out and told me."
His glasses reflected the light that ate away at her cold being. Shinra positioned himself on his chair properly, eyes never wavering but carried a sense of regret.
"So you know then?"
"...Was he really?" Her eyes knitted as concern made a mask for her pale feminine face. He nodded.
"So the bastard really did get into big trouble. And they're wanting him back?"
He nodded again.
"Izaya was brutally raped and they are seeking him once more to permanently break him."
"And yet again, I am bored." Said a certain voice that had slipped through a man's lips, his black locks now dancing along with the breeze. Crimson eyes glanced down onto all the lovely humans he so loved to examine now on the rooftop he was sitting on. The sun that was once smiling upon the city filled with excitement now dying down over the horizon like a curtain. It was a beautiful view that only came once at a fulfilling moment of ease, but he was not fully at ease.
"Stupid protozoan." He found his voice again.
That 'protozoan' has caused trouble for the informant with his unpredictable ways- but even if only that, he had brought unpleasant memories that the raven had thought were burned long ago. Heiwajima Shizuo, the beast of Ikebukuro, saved Orihara Izaya.
He did not only save his enemy, but he brought back his weakness that the other 'monsters' gave him.
From saving him? Weakness? Gods don't have weaknesses... Perhaps he wasn't a God?
Impossible. Gods couldn't, and if so, shouldn't have weaknesses.
"...Stupid Shizu-chan."
With those words now spoken, the sun's rays had fallen and could no longer be seen. Dark had risen with it's eerie setting and cold chills that could send shivers down anyone's spine.
The sounds of cars honking and wheels screeching onto the street, voices of laughing and footsteps tapping onto cement, street lights becoming brighter than they ever are in the morning...
Beautiful.
But something as Godly as he believed he was, he was only a mere human who toyed with his humans he 'loved'. He was no where near beautiful. Far from it.
Far.
Far from it...
How much he would give to be as pure as he was, pure as snow, but someone needed to watch over his beloved humans.
He had fixed his crimson eyes onto the now entering navy sky as small dots started to appear vibrantly. The big stars shined brightly, but he still shined brighter. It was known that dying stars shined the brightest before dying out; as if it was giving it's all to be noticed before it turned into nothing but dust. He wasn't dying. He died a long time ago.
He had died a long time ago.
He broke his gaze with the wide sky trying to gain relaxation from the soothing cool wind brushing across his face. He felt as if he was floating off into space to rest peacefully for eternity; as long as necessary- he just wanted to get away from the shadows that had brought him down into a shivering mess from the past.
As neatly as he could manage, the man had stood up swatting his hands over his clothes trying to remove remaining dust that had pinned itself onto him. Spinning around and turning on his heel, he gave one last glance up at the dark sky, now illuminated by stars that were as bright as city lights.
"You really are stupid, Shizu-chan..."
The sky had opened and embraced its darkness as the tan glow of orange quickly died in its arms of the dark. The sheer shimmer of water that dripped from the clouds like a never ending river came to a stop; the sky had found its way to stop crying.
But why is there a great stinging in the corner of his eyes and the center of his beating heart?
This wasn't working. The breeze's soft tune of curses brushed gently across his flawless skin and whispered into his warm ears. Izaya never cared for anyone else's feelings but himself. They were his toys to play with and please himself for the time being. A mastermind with an impeccable brain and singing deceiving tunes while controlling them until they are broken and need repairing; invisible or spiritual strings attaching to them like veins.
He'd control them to his every will, except that man. That man he has tried to stay far away from nor could control. That man had a mind of his own- not some simple toy. He was a rebel, or in fact, posing as a toy. Shizuo may be a bruised and battered one, but continuously regenerates his scratches and chips like it's nothing but a flesh wound, as for the god himself, is far beyond tattered.
He is broken.
Why. Why did I run from them?
She's a hindrance.
An annoyance to plans.
She's simply making things worse.
That old crow is snatching and stealing vital organs like it doesn't belong to anyone.
Izaya's mind was a nonstop storm causing drifts of whirlpools in the off casted sea of endless thoughts. Vorona was truly a distraction. But he realized.
Slowly realized.
"How dreadfully absurd."
Shizuo was needed for his revenge plan, whether he wanted to be or not. He never realize his plot holes nor careless remarks. And the constant rage roaring and burning through his heart made him question his reality. No matter how badly the thought of frolicking the streets towards the faux blond to tease him and initiate a chase was keeping him happy. Delirious. His crimson eyes of blood could never reach those mocha honey chocolate eyes with a facade hiding his true emotion. This shouldn't be right, this is all wrong.
"Why does it hurt...?"
"This constant feeling of regret and a monster jabbing its teeth into me...
What the hell is going on? What has that fucking brute done to me?"
.
Namie placed her hand over her mouth firmly like a curtain gripping something. Cold sweat cursed her skin and slithered down her jaw.
"Now do you understand?" Shinra asked, eyes still locked onto her disturbed form.
"He became the way he is because of those brutes. And I can't forgive myself for what I contributed within this mess."
This was horrifying to discover. Not only the man she despised was a cold hearted good for nothing, but he was violently forced upon by wild animals, wolves-baboons in friendly clothing. The way Shinra described Izaya back then, he was still a 'dick' that he was but had some decency and recognition. Finding out a disturbing truth can shove you into a sea of unknown questions and thoughts trying to drown you with its confusion. This was slightly hard to take in and absorb, but she should have focused and detected this kind of thing.
"Kishitani, you might think you're in fault of this. You may in fact as well be, but it isn't entirely your fault." She said warmly trying to hide the disgust of what she had just learned. "Hm? Ms. Yagiri acting kind? That's something you don't see everyday." He joked in a soft melancholic joking tone earning a distasteful look from the female scientist, but soon replaced with acception.
"Exactly, how long am I going to be in here? I have someone I need to look after." She asked calmly.
"Oh, you'll probably be out in the next two or three days depending on your injuries. Probably a week. And don't worry, your brother is fine with that Harima girl..."
"How did you know about my brother? And he's with that Harima girl!?" A loud growl signaled beneath her tongue. Namie was now a dog ready to bite. "A-Ah I said don't worry! I said they'll be fine, just trust me!" The doctor said in frantic, his jolly personality, or rather, facade was returning.
"Over my dead body!"
"Uwaa! Celty! She's gonna bite my head off!"
The darkness plagued his sight as his eyes couldn't adjust or even lift an eye lid. His limbs would not respond nor obey his commands. It felt as if he was paralyzed with some sort of serum.
Where was Vorona? She must have ran a different direction or straight after the blond man.
Izaya however...
His lungs burned determination to escape him. To get every second, minute, block, mile, district away from the fierce man tailing him like a dog and he's the cat.
Why did I do that? Why did I go anywhere near him? His mind screamed in agony and light headed feeling swooped through his skull. He was running out of instinct and the rain carried his sorrows along as the wind begged for him to run faster.
"IZAYAAA!" He heard the beast roar from behind him. The sound of water splattering from heels slamming into the rain covered cement. It's too late to turn back now. But he couldn't stop.
Izaya turned around one quick glance because turning the next corner. His eyes shown with such pain, broken, untrustworthyness and the blond halfway halted like a vehicle slamming on its breaks and coming to a brutal forced stop.
He could feel it. He could hear it.
He could see it.
The rain showered onto the raven and the blond, drenching them in cold tears of the clouds. They were soaked. Their line connecting then spirituality had severed from just connecting eyes with each other.
This emotion. He has never felt this way before and he has never shown it to anyone.
This face was the face of true sorrow in heartbreak. Absolute anger.
Without a seconds calling, Izaya dashed faster than lightning and disappeared from behind the corner. The faint but booming barks of Shizuo calling his name poisoned his ears but his legs screamed to 'head forward and never turn back to the scum before you.'
He was gone.
Shizuo flinched at the memory slamming straight into his subconscious.
"Why were you chasing me?"
The voice of a smooth purr rang out, but it was one of serious disgust.
"You through knives at me and Vorona."
"So what if I did? Is that something wrong in Shizu-chan's book?" When he caught a glimpse of that outline and those eyes, he knew instantly. But he couldn't be awake with this, they were simply standing on nothing but in front of each other in an endless block void eating away at their freedom.
"Why were you even out here? Were you spying on me or some shit?" He growled, eyebrows twitching.
"As a matter of fact, yes, I was."
The beast ceased his growling and placed mask spelling dumbfounded. "On me? Why?"
"I was bored and I wanted to check on you. Strange, isn't it?" Izaya's eyes landed on the 'ground' below him. "I hate being around you and I hate having the comfort of a monster. But I couldn't find myself staying away. The irony is killing me, ne, Shizu-chan?"
"You make no sense to me Shizu-chan and it frustrates me. You hating me, you starting to take hospitality upon me, and now, this?"
Eyes of crimson glared a deadly shine as if they squeezed into slits of a cat. "Having fantasies, doing whatever you wanted with this 'so called body' of mine and then trying to come to my rescue?" A faint chucked bubbled from the raven.
"Shut up. I had no choice but to look after you because I made a damn promise to Shinra."
"No choice!?"
The raven bursted into laughter, his voice staining the blond's ears in a mockingly kind of tone, Shizuo's face twitching with annoyance.
"You? Choice? You could have turned it down anyway because you could give less of a fuck about me! That's truly hilarious, rich coming from you, Shizu-chan!" Izaya resumed laughing in sheer tears. This was utter annoyance because it was confusing Shizuo and also the laughs of insanity the man sent at him. It was like a man trying to talk to a joker.
"You're wrong flea!"
"I did it because I cared!" The blond was facing him with anger but worry lifting from him. It was like he was placed in a box of nonsense and couldn't get out.
"Please, you only did it because of Shinra, like you said. Own up to your mistakes, Shizu-chan." Izaya scoffed but instead of sending him his insane face of a joker, he formed one of seriousness eating away at the blond's direction.
And he was gone in a flash of light, like he was never there.
Where he was concerned him as the blinding blackness engulfed his vision once more. He tried to struggle his limbs awake, but they halfway obeyed.
"W...here..."
"Ah, I see you're awake my fellow comrade!"
Snapping his eyes wide open, Shizuo met a man in a hoodie wearing a mask that looked of a Kitsune. "Rise and shine buddy~!"
An annoying voice. But sounds familiar.
"Aren't you just weak at the moment? Don't worry, the paralysis will only stay for... ah, a good 4 to 6 more hours or so~" Even behind the pale mask of an animal concealing his true identity and emotions, Shizuo could just feel this man was smiling like a devil, and enjoying it, too.
"Do you know why we have brought you here, Shizuo Heiwajima?" The sound of his name rolling off of the man's tongue disgusted him. "The hell... do you want...?"
"We came to steal something of yours. Of course, we're using you to find it." This man was annoying, but his voice, scent and height gave it away. "Do you know what we are looking for, Shizuo?"
The man leaned close to the blond's ear.
"We want your pretty little prize you're taking care of..."
"We want Izaya Orihara. We want to break him, hear him scream, destroy him inside and out. Destroy his mental abilities..."
"We want him back so we can fuck him so hard he'll scream for his dear little Shizu-chan~"
An explosion of anger erupted from Shizuo and all that was in his line of vision was pure scarlet red. The color of blood. The man backed up tremendously far fearing what the blond would do. Growls snarls and roars wheezed from the beast's nostrils finding himself suddenly rising onto his own too feet.
"I...WILL NEVER...LET YOU HARM HIM!" This stage of Shizuo scared the man actually. He was in pure astonishment.
"Impressive. A sedative paralysis that strong enough to kill four horses isn't even enough to take you down."
The next thing he saw, he was caught in surprise as a recognizable figure approached, their weapon pointed directly at the masked man.
"Well, you've found me. Now let him go."